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I just had a random thought, I think last year my partner wrote a love letter thing and said ‘you are the (character) to my (character)’ and in malevolent yk Arthur is shipped with so many people I imagined a letter like that but it’s all
‘you are the John to my Orthur, you are the Oscar to my Arthur, you are the Noel to my arthur, you are the Eddie to my Arthur, you are the yorick to my Arthur, you are the butcher to my Arthur, you ar the kayne to my Arthur, you are the Parker to my Arthur, you at the antione to my Arthur, you are the everard to my Arthur, you are the yellow to my Arthur, you are the Larson to my Arthur, you are etc etc.’
and that’s just funny to me for some reason
i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"
this too shall pass but like… when
I'm just saying, Arthur could break the fingers of the hand that John controls
jon, faking his age, newly promoted: i am doing such a good job at being the rational and steely academic
absolutely everyone in the archives: who is this 28 year old baby duckling and why is he already graying
Episode 39
The Magnus Archives is a horror podcast WRONG
The Magnus Archives is a RomCom WRONG
It's the world most elaborately made and longest anti smoking ad lmao
you know what? I WILL play with jpgs like dolls. what if life could be dream
TMA Au where everything is the same except The Magnus Institute is a shopping mall and the archives are a Claire´s.
having more malevolent thoughts. spoilers for up to part 51
so, I’ve been looking into the lore of H.P. Lovecraft recently because of Malevolent and it’s triggered some thoughts. mainly about the stones, Azathoth, and Kayne’s motives. also a little bit about Lillith. what everything this season means. whether shes the true evil they need to avoid or not
Azathoth is known as the “blind idiot god.” he is in an eternal slumber, and it’s said that existence is simply his dreams. that waking him could wipe everything. earth, humanity, everything would be gone in an instant.
so in the context of Malevolent.. is this Kayne’s goal? we’ve been told that hes collecting the three stones that harbor Azathoth. is the “end” that the people are scared of not Lillith getting the black stone, but Kayne getting the black stone and waking Azathoth?
Lillith wants the stone to have power… but why? we know she has a deep hatred for Kayne. every time his name is said to her, she gets angry. does she want to take him down? she insists that she is the daughter of Nyarlathotep, not Kayne. does this mean shes a daughter of a Nyarlathotep that Kayne killed? does she want the stone to enact revenge? has she wanted this since Kayne took out all other versions of himself and that is why he trapped her?
I wonder if ultimately, Lillith feels for humanity. she talks about them with such distain, yet she gave Alia such kindness and gentleness, giving her peace. I wonder if she saw herself in Alia. if previously she’d also been used as a tool, and now she wants the stone so she cannot be used like that again. so no one can be used like that again
further with that thought, is Arthur her favorite because he too has been made into a tool? John as well? Arthur lost his eyes, a hand, and a foot. John lost all autonomy. they tools to each other, but furthermore are tools to Kayne, getting him what he wants. does Lillith use what she was taught about humans as a mask for how she really views them? but then if she wanted to help, to take down Kayne, why not say that? because she wouldn’t be believed?
Im not completely sure but I can’t help but feel like Lillith is at least not an entirely malevolent entity
Bad Decision
i really wonder what Julius Caesar would think of a bunch of neurodivergent rats huddled in a circle chanting ides of march ides of march ides of march and then cheering loudly on the 2067th anniversary of his assassination?
like would he cry?
LET'S GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER
tbh im a huge fan of the Jackbox games, and in autumn 24 i delved into the fandom and drew a LOT of ART WITH HOSTS. most of them were with Felicia (as you might have guessed i love MSM a lot…) maybe someday i will dare to post some more of my designs hehe oh and look who's there at the very end of the post… OH IT'S MEE!!:D
So I introduced my friend to TMA. We only listened to the very first episode and her only reaction she had to Jonathan Sims’ intro was, “Damn, fuck Martin.”
Little does she know
Had to draw them 🫶
Help my friend save his family! Donate today! Vetted by gazavetters list at (#21). @sami--onley
Free palestine!
What eating dirt as a kid does to a man...
I think that, despite recent events and the fact that Kayne has greater power than the King in Yellow, Arthur would still consider the King more terrifying. The King was the first eldritch being to torture him, and while Kayne has done a shitload of stuff to Arthur, the King has tortured Arthur for years.
But I think Kayne would be incredibly jealous and infuriated if he found out Arthur was more traumatized by the King in Yellow than by him.
Kayne: What...what do you mean? I...I mutilated you! I made John lie to you! I manipulated you into killing Matthew! All the horrors you faced in the past are my fault! I...and...those mean nothing to you!?!
Arthur: Not nothing! Of course not nothing! Kayne, I swear to you that at least 30% of my most traumatic moments are due to you-
Kayne: Only 30%!?!
Arthur: M-maybe 35? Look, the Dreamlands were rough, and they happened at a time where I was new to all of this. Naturally, they made a strong impression on me. When I met you, I had already been through the wringer, so-
Kayne: (muttering to himself) Damn it, Hastur, I knew I should have killed you!
hello friends! i'm getting back into the swing of writing, so here's a teaser for my malevolent vampire au. enjoy! :)
1934 – Arkham, MA:
A quiet dripping echoed in the dark office of Yang & Lester: Private Eyes. From the smoky door window, muddled yellow light trickled into the room where it fell upon Arthur Lester slumped in a crumpled kneel. His head lolled loosely, chin drifting from shoulder to sternum as a heavy fuzz filled his ears. Shapes and colors slowly came into focus as he stirred.
Mostly one color: red.
Pooling blood had spread thin across the hardwood floor, staining the air with a metallic tang in its wake. Arthur couldn’t pinpoint the source—was it him? His upper body was wet—he could feel the damp, clinging fabric without looking. He couldn’t feel the fresh pain of a wound, but a wooziness weighed on him and his aching limbs. The heaviness hung over him—around him? Gravity was unstable as he tried sitting up, and he would have fallen face-first onto the bloody floor if not for a sure set of hands gripping his shoulders.
His eyes widened. I’m not alone.
“Where am I? What’s happened?” Arthur whispered, scrambling for his memory and trying desperately to shake off the grogginess lacing his bones.
“Don’t you remember?” The bemused voice was deep and resonant. It didn’t sound familiar.
“Who are you?”
“Who am I? I’m a friend. The best friend you have right now...” The broad hands held his shoulders firm, leaning Arthur back until he rested against the solid torso behind him. “...the only friend you have right now.”
Only friend? But I have a friend, I have—Parker! Alarm bells rang over each other in Arthur’s mind. Memory eluded him, but emotion erupted within his chest at the name—affection, shock, loss, guilt. Parker was a cherished friend, but something went wrong and he was gone. (Dead?) Flashes ricocheted in Arthur’s brain—a strange book, a great shadow, so much blood, and the ragged sound of strained breathing. (Parker’s breathing? He couldn’t hear it now. Oh god, was Park still breathing?) An urgency struck Arthur then, his veins lighting up with adrenaline as he tried again to sit upright, to get his feet underneath him and stand.
Instead, his muscles simply shook from the effort. Arthur wanted to cry in frustration—he was weak and dizzy and confused and increasingly ashamed of whatever part he played. Specifics escaped him, but guilt and remorse welled inside his chest all the same.(And now he’d lost Parker just like he lost his parents, Bella, F—) His breath quickened, whimpering lungs succumbing to hyperventilation as he trembled in the stranger’s hold.
“Relax, take a deep breath, relax,” the voice soothed, and, almost against his will, Arthur’s body instantly eased back from its fright, taking forcibly measured breaths. The shock of the immediate calm nearly sent him careening into another panic all over again. What in the world?
“Calm down, friend. I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” The hands cupping his shoulders gently shifted, pressing warm palms against his biceps, then his elbows, and back up again before repeating the motion.
“Oh, okay,” Arthur mumbled. Despite himself, he found the gesture reassuring, and he sagged further against the upright chest behind him. Within his core, he felt what he could only describe as a pull towards the stranger, as if encouraged to agree with every deep utterance murmured in his ear. Arthur knew better than to trust him, but the desire to do so was steadily growing with each sweeping caress along his arms and shoulders. Leisurely, a sense of comfort swelled within him, promising safety and relaxation to quell his erratic heart.
Lucidity was slippery and fleeting in the face of said reassurance, but a stubborn kernel of guilt affixed itself in Arthur’s chest. He clung to it desperately, a life preserver buoying him just above the rising tide of emotions that were not his own. His shame anchored him to his sense of self as memory thrashed and drowned beneath the calming waters.
The room was steadily losing familiarity when he noticed an oblong shape catching the meager light—the sole of a leather shoe jutting upwards. Shadowed further: a man’s body, limbs flung awkwardly where it lay collapsed on the floor. Jagged tears and dark stains afflicted the clothing, the neck marred by reckless maroon punctures. The face was… one Arthur should have known. Were they acquaintances? No, they had to be more, but Arthur couldn’t remember, couldn’t quite put a name to the glazed monolid eyes. Grief pulled his heartstrings in gradually weakening tugs until all he felt was a mild confusion.
The arm rubbing his left shoulder reached out then, retrieving a book that had fallen open to the side. Sketchy runes glowed like banked embers from the pages within, its hardcover waterlogged with blood. Arthur’s eyes followed the book as the stranger removed it from sight. He didn’t get a good look at it before, but he wanted to see it again. (Again?)
The voice hummed, capturing Arthur’s attention. The sound was all-encompassing, reverberating in his bones as his focus narrowed entirely to the gentle thrum.
Angling his head, Arthur peered back at the figure looming behind him. The movement strained his neck and shoulders in an unexpected way, but the effort was worth it. Inky black fabric cloaked the stranger, its hem lined with gold flourishes glinting in the dim light. Long strands of dark hair slipped beneath the hood to frame skin smooth as porcelain. The man's jaw was slathered in slick crimson, and smirking lips revealed the tips of undeniable fangs. Acute golden eyes openly gazed back, drinking him in.
“My name is John Doe, and you, Arthur Lester, shall be my first thrall.”
being a malevolent fan (for me and me only) is simultaneously wanting jarthur to be platonic because I think their relationship is really sweet and meaningful but also wanting them to have something a smidgen more romantic because as a gay fragment of an eldritch god I want my rep
more importantly I want them to hold hands
also I think it would be funny if they got married
this was a redraw but stopped being one becus i changed A lot so. Soren
@bluewoolf smiles
Playing with Arthur Lester like a Barbie (dressing him up, doing torture methods the Spanish Inquisition would balk at, making him scissor with other Barbie’s)
John would rip into Yellow for saying the same things John did to Arthur.
Yellow: Fuck you, and fuck your eyes!
John: How dare you!?! Arthur has the most beautiful eyes in all of many universes!
I feel like not enough pre-canon stuff with Arthur shows him threatening, scary and cold enough. One of the first things John says to him is about how cold he is. Arthur has been batshit crazy
I want Parker to be scared off him, I want him to me more mean and cruel while drunk instead of weepy. I want him to physically fight Parker
I want him to use his teeth in a fight, I want him to draw blood, I want him to be oddly cynical around dead bodies, I want Parker to wonder wtf is wrong with him, I want him to try and gouge our someone's eyes, I want him to try and take out someone's throat with his teeth, I want him to outlandishly threaten someone like he did The Butcher
People recognize he's got the energy of a stray cat or cornered feral dog, but they forget that they're hostile and violent. And he has been feral since he lost his parents
AND I want his sharp edges melting away around kids in a sad way, and then melting away with Parker in a fond way
Au where kayne makes super obvious, unfunny pop culture references instead of his subtle 4th wall breaks and literally nothing else changes but kaynes scenes are so cringe that people stop listening to the show
I..... Hate you...
I hate this.... Kayne is the light of the world and this is a sin
Got to participate in another Malevolent zine! I tried something new again, I did a lanyard design and a notepad design. :)
I think Noel should get a motorcycle. Not for any plot relevant or practical reasons, just look at these old motorcycles.
1936 Harley-Davidson RL Sport Solo
1937 Crocker
1930 Harley Davidson
Brough Superior Golden Dream though these were only made from 1938 to 1939 so probably not but I love how it looks
Maybe I just think motorcycles are hot